Guitars - Mike Kidd/Alex Wang, Lyrics/vocals - Alex Wang, Bass - Chris Bursely

Lyrics:

You could build a cross with the plank in your eye, but you still want to carry mine

Why don't you worry about yourself?
Stop fucking with everyone else.
Is your life so pathetic that
you feel the need to drown your shame in grief

How you love to make my problem yours
How you love to be the hero
How I long to give you more

You feed your hunger for attention with the pain of others
claiming yourself a martyr
Why can't you keep my name out of your treacherous mouth?
I refuse to play your fucking game

Here comes the champion
riding in on all our problems
Look around to see that no one cares

So bring it on, you superhero.
Now you're mad 'cause I won't buy your shit
Now your colors are showing
Show me what you've got

(Solo)


How you love to make my problem yours
How you love to be the hero
How I long to give you more

You feed your hunger for attention with the pain of others
claiming yourself a martyr
Why can't you keep my name out of your treacherous mouth?
I refuse to play your fucking game

I will be the only one who fucks with me (x7)


How you love to make my problem yours
How you love to be the hero
How I long to give you more

......Bitch.

Varsity Letter Club - Grief Tourist (demo) *EXPLICIT*

guitars: Mike Kidd / Alex Wang
Vocals/Lyrics: Alex Wang

Lyrics:

Sixteen years old with your cold hands gripping at my throat
Now, every breathe I try to take is a tribute to fucking ending you

You're a man unlike any other
This is for the ten years you took from my mother
Thank you for the decade of hate
Now I'm out for your blood, motherfucker

Tell me how you sleep at night
With the lives that you have tortured
What makes you think that you won't pay
For every minute that you've taken?

All my bruises have faded
I treated all my scars

But no redemption can hide
The monster that you are

Bow down
To every demon you follow

Lay down
And live ignorance of your broken vows

And when you think that you are safe in your bed
Half a planet away from certain death
You fall right into the palm of my hand
With my fingers closing in
I fucking win.

I fucking win.

You're a man unlike any other
This is for the ten years you took from my mother
Thank you for the decade of hate
Now I'm out for your blood, motherfucker

Gym

Andreas Torin